Maid Mistaken For Concubine

Chapter 1 The Wrong Bed

With the deposit Madam gave me, I waited several days until the Lin family banquet. Second Young Master got drunk.

By moonlight, I could vaguely see a tall, slender figure lying quietly.

Thinking of Madam's promise, I steeled myself, shed my outer clothes, and climbed onto the bed.

When my hand touched his chest, I heard a soft hum.

Afraid he would resist and escape, I quickly pulled off his waistband and tied his hands behind him to the bed frame.

Hm?

Why was Second Young Master's waist so slim despite his powdered, oily appearance?

I couldn't help but stroke it a couple more times.

The person beneath me seemed to sober up and started struggling.

I lunged forward, sealing his lips, imitating the lines from those illustrated books:

"Second Young Master, even if you scream your throat raw, no one will come to save you."

"Just behave and submit to A-Yao."

His body stiffened. He stopped moving.

I took the chance to strip him bare. Knowing he was Duanxiu, I tried every trick I could think of.

But in just a moment, something hard prodded painfully between my legs.

"Weird. Isn't it said Duanxiu can't get it up? I even prepared medicine, but looks like I don't need it."

Seeing him still rigid, I took his hand and placed it on my bulging chest wrap, suggesting warmly:

"Young Master, your humble servant has plenty to offer too. Since you can't resist, why not enjoy it?"

With that, I lifted the petticoat still around my waist.

"Hiss—"

Two sharp gasps sounded at the same time.

The pain brought tears to my eyes, but I was afraid he might suddenly lose it, so I comforted him:

"Almost there. Just hold on a little longer."

He held on for many, many strokes.

The waistband binding his hands somehow came loose. A pair of strong hands gripped my waist.

My body rose and fell with them.

Before I passed out, one thought flashed through my mind:

Everyone said Second Young Master ruined his health with debauchery. How was he still so vigorous?